#vash rp

[peacehunter]

INDIE. SEL.

VASH THE STAMPEDE

rules || bio || verses

Trigun 1998 and Stampede compliant ♥

LOVE AND PEACE

[flosalatus]

[plantslinger]

𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐌𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓, 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀 𝐒𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄 𝐆𝐔𝐍𝐌𝐀𝐍.

𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐋 𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐒𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄 𝐆𝐔𝐍𝐌𝐀𝐍. 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄.

[vampeded]

〆 ‒‒‒‒‒ 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 [𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄] 𝐅𝐎𝐑 $$𝟔𝟎 𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐃𝐎𝐔𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐒. an independent, selective & low-activity writing blog for vash the stampede from trigun stampede, with influences from the original 1998 trigun anime & personal headcanons, written by dylan, est. 2023.

[carnivalfair]

sometimes your giant boyfriend just needs a little comforting

[fatedchosen]

Where's my

Vash the Stampedes at??

Wolfwood??

Help feed my addiction, fandom, discord rp with me lmao

Give this a like, I'll holler

[endurae]

vashwood week day 1: smoke

[lycanr0t]

some kinda scribbled gay shit

[butchvashwood]

POV you and your soulmate got reincarnated and the horrors of the past life are negatively affecting your present world relationship

[lankylunatic]

As a follow up to my previous post

Just a bro with a smoothie. That's all Vash.

[legallyblondeanddumb]

⭐️ Looking for Rp partners !⭐️

MINORS DNI, ONLY 18+

Hi guys!

🌸 Im 22 looking for long term rp buddies. Im up for double ups, multi fandom and even oc x oc!! I love AUs other than canon plot lines and will do NSFW.

🌸 Usually I like to play Oc x Cc and I will play F-M F-F and M-M (no minors, non-con, incest…)

🌸 Literate multi paragraph is my favored style but we can discuss lengths

Here’s a non exhaustive list of fandom I’m currently interested in (maybe we can find another fandom we have in common 🩷):

JUJUTSU KAISEN

TRIGUN

DEMON SLAYER

MY HERO ACADEMIA

CHAINSAW MAN (to be discussed)

Hit me up and DM or interact with the post to get my discord 🌸

[bigguyism]

Section from a roleplay; a more in depth look at post fifth moon Wolfwood.

Normalcy.

Normalcy had always been a rare commodity that Wolfwood had never entirely knew. It was always one reason or another as to why he couldn’t achieve it.

Before he’d met the girls and Vash, it was something he tried desperately to achieve every day. When he’d met them and established the connections, he had began to forget about it and even take a liking to the chaos that came with befriending Vash the Stampede.

And then when Vash disappeared into the dust and smoke he left?

It was when he finally achieved that sense of normal. Routine was achieved and he was able to wake up every day knowing what would await him. The only differences in detail were the places he’d awake but other than that there was finally some semblance of routine in his life.

For so long he’d wanted that.

He didn’t know where it had went. That want for stability in his life fled away with that typhoon. Or maybe was shot up into the fifth moon. Thats what he told himself to feel better, but the reality was that the aftermath of the incident had changed his life in ways he had never expected.

When a dog finally gets something better than it had been begging for, it only wants that one thing to satiate it for the rest of its life. It was as cut and dry as that.

But wants were nothing on Gunsmoke. It’s a harsh reality any person living on the planet would come to know sooner rather than later. And with that being said he’d taken up his usual duties for the past two years. Juggling between priest and doing dirty work for those that had money to pay, he’d taken up those jobs to fill in the crater that had formed in his life.

With any infamous person came clones of them. Those claiming to be Vash the Stampede sprung up practically everywhere one could look and never would they be the real deal. Regardless of this, whenever one of his imposters was about it was bound to cause a stir. Even so, he always checked. Some part of him hoped for it to be a reality but knew it would never be the man who he once knew. It would never be. But this time there was a bystander that looked a hell of a lot like him.

And it was.

Truly, he didn’t know how to feel about it.

To sit next to him was certainly an odd experience after so long and so, so much. The night after the incident and in the months following there wasn’t one night where he didn’t think about the other. It pained him to his core.

What had happened was all out of his control. It was out of both of theirs. What had happened had a person to blame and it was Knives.

But the fact he had so easily ran away from it all and left those who loved him and needed him hurt. The feeling of abandonment was a wound that would never heal over in their two years apart. He didn’t think it had healed for Meryl or Milly either. It would have days the pain was dull and ones where it would stop him from functioning.

The wound was torn open the moment he saw him in that hospital and gushing uncontrollably the more he looked at the man stood across from him. Even if he showed no signs of outward distress…could Vash see it?

Was that why he wasn’t looking at him?

”I don’t want you to say anything.”

He didn’t know what he wanted. He thought he did.

“I do want to know why. Why you didn’t say anything.“

There were so many other whys. Ones that he was sure Vash knew he had. Yet they were ones he wouldn’t speak.

Why did you leave me?

[flosalatus]

Ind. Priv. Sel.

Vash The Stampede from Trigun

Stampede design and mainverse, but some Trimax elements in character

Multiship | Ships with chemistry | DMs open | Ask for Discord

Written By Tricky

Promo ©

[hellsingmongrel]

So, bit of ramblings on my Post-Trimax Wolfwood headcanons.

Man, one of my favorite tropes in media is a character who's spirit lingers on after they've died, but it's usually something you only see in fanfic, so I cannot get over how FUCKING FERAL I was when I realized that it was legit a thing in Trimax, and that Wolfwood was the one we actually got to see, legitimately talking to the people he'd left behind and confirming that ghosts in the canon weren't just hallucinations or something! Like yeah, we saw Tessla leading the boys to her body, but since her ghost was never mentioned again, it could have easily have been written off as a fluke, right?

NOPE. They are real and they linger after to watch over the people they care about or to send messages to the people who are still alive! And the fact that the character who had just wormed his way into being just as beloved to me as my favorite character (Which NEVER happens, I usually only have enough brain cells for one at a time!) and that we had just had our hearts ripped to shreds watching him die was also the one we got to know had definitely stayed behind to watch over the people he loved just makes me SO HAPPY! I rp that asshole from time to time, and I just love exploring the implications of it!

I play him like he's been there a LONG TIME. When he died, Rem was there, watching over Vash, but when Knives spent the last of his energy, she chose to move on with him, now that she knew Wolfwood would be there to keep watch over Vash, and he took it SERIOUSLY. He's been waiting so long, he's lost his sense of time, he thinks it's only been a couple decades when it's been CENTURIES. And the time has softened his own trauma, he's gone from being surly and angry and defensive to being at peace and finding comfort in the fact that its allowed him to see more of Vash's life than he ever would have been able to live long enough to see when he was alive. And it's given him time to notice just how unwell Vash is, how broken he is, watching over him when he thinks he's alone and lets himself break down.

But it's also made Wolfwood a bit unwell in his own way; as time went on and the people he knew in life began to pass away, too, his interest in paying attention to what the people around them were doing wained, and his dedication to watching over Vash until it was his time to pass on became a strange sort of dependence. He loses his sense of self, in a way, until the most important thing in his existence is being there for Vash, waiting for him, having long-since accepted that when the time comes, it'll be over and he's alright with that.

He's happy, but to the perspective of a living person, it would seem TWISTED in a way. He still thinks he's a damned soul, stealing more time than he's allowed and only damning himself further by doing so, and he just knows that when he gets to walk Vash into whatever comes after for them, they'll be separated again, for the last time, and there won't be any coming back from it that time, because Vash is too good, too kind, too HOLY to ever be damned. But it's fine. Wolfwood knew he was damned long before his death, and time has just given him the chance to make peace with it and simply be happy with the fact that at least he'll be able to be with Vash when he can move on to wherever good people go at the end. And yet when it happens, Vash feels the same way about himself, so certain that he's the one who's damned, and their reunion is wonderful and painful and terrifying for both of them in different ways.

He's even worse with interacting with people, once he's forced to interact with the living. I play Wolfwood in a game where he stumbles into revealing himself after spending centuries never letting himself be seen, and he worries that going "silent" again will upset people. He's spent centuries being a silent shadow, certain that letting Vash know he was there would only cause more suffering for an already unwell mind, so he's forgotten how to interact with tact, blurting out whatever pops into his head because he's only had himself to talk to for all that time. He hurts people without meaning to, begins to suffer from the crisis of worrying that no matter what he does, he's a burden to the people who mourn him, he doesn't belong, his existence is nothing but a constant reminder of what's coming and will only cause the people around him pain. He's both able to be the kind, caring, loving person he might have been if the Eye of Michael had never taken him from the orphanage, and also a HUGE, ANXIOUS WRECK.

And the thing that makes it all worse for him is the fact that when he was dumped into the game I have him in, he was separated from the Vash of his timeline, and now lives in constant fear that he'll never see him again, that he won't be there when he passes on and there won't be anyone to greet him on the other side, alone and never knowing that he was waiting for him. He made a promise to Rem that he'd watch over him for her, that he'd lead him to his final destination where he could be with his family again, and now that he's lost that, what purpose does he have? He's terrified to let go himself, worried he'll pass onto the other side when Vash was right around the corner, but the thought of lingering without finding him again, missing his chance to be there for him when it's his turn, leaves him in an almost constant state of almost-panic.

I also just think it's kind of sweetly poetic, if in the end, he chose to continue the role he'd been forced into; take Vash where he's supposed to be. Only this time, it's his choice, and it won't be to his death. He wants to guide him to where he knows people are waiting for him, where he'll finally be happy and be at peace. He doesn't mind the fact that he's going to Hell, so long as he was able to be the one that leads Vash to the place where he won't have to be in pain ever again.

[inkksuna]

As promised, (swap AU) pirate captain legato. Liberator of slaves, legend upon the seas and reveared as the best out there. Many tales of his exploits have been made into song, and some are convinced he isn't entirely human- or not human entirely. It isn't too far from the truth.

A chance encounter with a wartorn human fleet that coloured the waters red had him sail across Nai. Unconcious and barely clinging to life. Legato not one to ask questions lept overboard without second thought and dragged him aboard, covering him with the infamous pristine white coat and granting him modesty.

Not knowing, he'd brought a siren prince aboard in his human disguise.

In this verse of course, Vash is the one who hates humans and depises Nai's curiosity of the land. In a final confrontation, Vash leads the siren army against a human fleet of ships and banishing his brother, never to return. Tangled in nets and left to be torn to pieces in the aftermath, this is when Legato finds him.

(I just wanted Legato to be the powerful one for once instead of Nai lmao)

[carnivalfair]

excerpts from an rp thread, danse réunionnaise | @angelictyphoon

Wolfwood goes through the motions. Well-worn habits, familiar ones, like the whistle of an old tune. The question thrown in his face has a rhetorical ring to it, so Vash does not answer. This way and that, Wolfwood, agitated, wars with himself. 

Black. The absence of light. Of color. They are both aware of what it means, but only one of them is afraid of it. 

That is what Wolfwood sees. The beginning of an end. How it will be and how it will always be for a Plant that has exhausted their energy. Vash the Stampede has not yet had his Last Run, but the way Wolfwood looks at him– isn’t it just a question of when? 

The objective truth is not a defense. He has no answer that would be satisfactory, no promise he can make that would erase the dread illuminated by the ember of a crumpled cigarette. Vash tries not to seem greedy breathing in the scent of worm spice and smoke.

Selfish wants for the selfless man. 

A safe route, the route where no one gets hurt, never includes himself. 

He is used to harboring fear of loss, of those around him, especially the man that stands before him now.

But he does not know what to do with that same terror reflected back at him. It was a problem he never had the opportunity to address, because Vash’s fears had been realized first. Maybe now he has the chance... Even if he does not have the answers.

A blank ticket to share.

“...I had to,” Vash finally says, regardless of preconceived notions of ‘You don’t have to do anything.’

Wolfwood does not know. How could he? 

“Knives is…Knives is gone,” he whispers, struggling with the note of finality in his own explanation as he trails after Wolfwood with his freshly bandaged leg. There is too much to unpack here, now, encapsulated as they are in a fog that will not protect them from bullets.